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Jan 2018
I'm supposed to wake up like flowers
and grow like vines
I fall asleep with eye-showers
and walk along blurry lines
I'm expected to stand tall like trees
and sprout wings and be free.
But silly old me
Doesn't understand being free.
Here's another one for you, my saplings β™₯
Holey
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Holey  F/Luna
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